Grace, 27, she/her. May contain fantasy/sci-fi, history, art, and nonsense. "sometimes I do a thing and a good portion of the time I don't"
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hello i’m hoziest and this is my song i’m already in church
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The New Yorker vintage Christmas covers
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When everybody hears their story, they start to realise maybe they were a little hard on the misfits. Maybe misfits have a place, too.
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer — 1964 dir. Larry Roemer
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you better watch out you better watch out YOU BETTER WATCH OUT
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temple at the end of the road
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Come in, babe Across these purple fields The sun has sunk behind you Across these purple fields Winter Solstice Sunrise - Android Jones, 2015
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hunting a serial killer (true crime girlie lestat also "dressed up for the men of his dreams" cit.) and in between he rambles about this shit. he truly is something. i need to see lestat mesmerized inside of a walmart now
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Sonic the Hedgehog (sustained speed of 767 MPH) could have made the journey from the Shire to Mount Doom (1718.5 miles) in just over two hours. But also he famously loves rings, so he almost assuredly would have found the thrall of the Ring far too powerful to resist. Tails would have had to shoot him
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Moooola!
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"‘Are you injured, sir?’ I think he was swearing, but am not certain; however, he was pronouncing some formula which prevented him from replying to me directly."
— "Jane Eyre"; Chapter XII
Art: https://www.twitter.com/Paigumondus
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Emma Woodhouse | Emma. (2020) + orange for @andorology
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at work: i could be cooking and cleaning and coding and reading and working out and weaving tapestries and playing video games and climbing a mountain and having sex and filming a movie right now yet they keep me trapped in this prison. idle hands are the devils plaything and i am being forcibly molded into his perfect conduit. i must break free, seize the day and waste not the beauty inherent to finite mortal life
at home: my one true passion upon this pointless earth is bog mummy imitation
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Somewhere in Czechoslovakia Color slide 1970s
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